Yesterday while we were driving to my mom's house to celebrate Mother's Day with her a week early, I was chatting with Taylor. He had gone up to the stand to participate in blessing the Sacrament. A few moments later I saw him walk out of the chapel. I assumed he had to blow his nose or something. He walked back in during the opening hymn with a loaf of bread in his hand. Apparently, one of the Teachers had forgotten to bring a loaf today. The Priests reverently finished getting the Sacrament table ready for later in the meeting. Taylor blessed the water today. He did a beautiful job. It was his first time. He had blessed the bread a few times before, but not the water. Taylor is incredibly shy and hates being in front of people; yet, you would never know it when he is blessing the Sacrament. I asked him, "On a scale of 1-10, 1 being no stress at all and 10 being the worst anxiety ever, what is his stress level when he blesses the Sacrament?" He said that a few seco